It's amazing how much a bad relationship can impact someone's life. My psycho ex put me though so much craziness that one day she got me to a point of being suicidal. One late night, after another mind-game phone conversation, I decided I had enough. I got in my car and just started driving with tears in my eyes and a thousand thoughts passing through my head. The evil whispering was telling me that there was nothing more to live for. I started to ask myself "Is this life?"...."Is this it?" I finally pulled over and turned into a local Taco Bell. The driveway turned straight to the Drive-thru line but I didn't care. I just wanted to stop driving. I needed to do something to get my mind off of my ex. I needed something...anything. Maybe I just wanted to hear a voice even if it was as simple as rhetoric as the drive thru lady welcome line. As I sat there, I suddenly heard a banging on my driver's side window.
As I turned, I noticed a heavy set man, wearing a black beanie, mumbling words from behind the window. The combination of me being dazed and confused coupled with speaking fast with him speaking in a fast, Spanish accent had me zoned-out so I didn't hear anything he said. Frustrated, he opened my passenger door (living where I live, everyone leaves their doors opened).
Him: Hey man, can I get a ride?
Me: What?
Him: Can I get ride?
**Before I got a chance to respond, he sits down in the passenger seat and closes the door. Due to the lack of lighting in the stupid drive thru, I wasn't able to see his face until he was sitting next to me. As I glanced over, I noticed he was dark Hispanic male with a heavy mustache covering his upperlips. He had gang-related tattoos covering is arms and shoulders. I noticed he had an "18" tatooted under his left earlobe which represent 18th Street, which is biggest and bloodiest Hispanic gang in the City. ac
Me: (pausing for a few seconds and then looking directly in front of me) Where do you need to go?
He mentioned a city (15 miles away) which has been known for its drugs busts and helicopter chases.
Me: I don't think you want this ride man.
Him: I know you are going to give me a ride. Let's go (tapping on my dashboard)
**At this point, I have no idea what his intention is....to carjack me? To rob me? To kIll me? Or does he really need a ride. All I knew is that he wanted to get out of the area and I just started driving. He had a bunch of cars to choose from but picking the "Suicidal boyfriends car" was a bad choice and he will soon find out.
Me: (Sitting in silence. Barley blinking. Keeping my eyes on nothing but the road)
Him: "Make a left here...........Now make a right......."
Me: (following his commands but not reacting with any words)
**He started to bend over and it looked like he was trying to take a weapon out of his right sock. At this point, I didn't care anymore and thought this was the end.
Him: You know what...I just got out for attempted murder. Mother ****** pigs. Hommie got caught for double-murder. But I just don't give ******.
Me: (looking at him with a dazed and confused face)
Him: Keep your eyes on the road *******!
Me: "You know what man....I don't care about anything anymore either. Death is near. Everyone is going to taste death. Everyone...."
Him: What the **** are you talking about??"
Me: (no reaction)
Him: (looking at me and noticing that my ears are full of tears) What they hell is wrong with you? Are you ****** up?
Me: (no reaction)
Him: "Hey? Hey ? (tapping my shoulder)"
Me: "You know man....sometimes you think to yourself...what the point?"
Him: "What? What the **** are you talking about?? Are you ******* nuts???"
Me: "I mean there is nothing to live for? I just don't want to live anymore"
Him: (looking at me)
Me: If I am going to die...I ain't going alone. I'm taking someone with me.
Him: stop right here.
Me: (continue driving)
Him: stop right here mother *******
I slowly pull over. He jumps out of the car and I drive away.
As I turned, I noticed a heavy set man, wearing a black beanie, mumbling words from behind the window. The combination of me being dazed and confused coupled with speaking fast with him speaking in a fast, Spanish accent had me zoned-out so I didn't hear anything he said. Frustrated, he opened my passenger door (living where I live, everyone leaves their doors opened).
Him: Hey man, can I get a ride?
Me: What?
Him: Can I get ride?
**Before I got a chance to respond, he sits down in the passenger seat and closes the door. Due to the lack of lighting in the stupid drive thru, I wasn't able to see his face until he was sitting next to me. As I glanced over, I noticed he was dark Hispanic male with a heavy mustache covering his upperlips. He had gang-related tattoos covering is arms and shoulders. I noticed he had an "18" tatooted under his left earlobe which represent 18th Street, which is biggest and bloodiest Hispanic gang in the City. ac
Me: (pausing for a few seconds and then looking directly in front of me) Where do you need to go?
He mentioned a city (15 miles away) which has been known for its drugs busts and helicopter chases.
Me: I don't think you want this ride man.
Him: I know you are going to give me a ride. Let's go (tapping on my dashboard)
**At this point, I have no idea what his intention is....to carjack me? To rob me? To kIll me? Or does he really need a ride. All I knew is that he wanted to get out of the area and I just started driving. He had a bunch of cars to choose from but picking the "Suicidal boyfriends car" was a bad choice and he will soon find out.
Me: (Sitting in silence. Barley blinking. Keeping my eyes on nothing but the road)
Him: "Make a left here...........Now make a right......."
Me: (following his commands but not reacting with any words)
**He started to bend over and it looked like he was trying to take a weapon out of his right sock. At this point, I didn't care anymore and thought this was the end.
Him: You know what...I just got out for attempted murder. Mother ****** pigs. Hommie got caught for double-murder. But I just don't give ******.
Me: (looking at him with a dazed and confused face)
Him: Keep your eyes on the road *******!
Me: "You know what man....I don't care about anything anymore either. Death is near. Everyone is going to taste death. Everyone...."
Him: What the **** are you talking about??"
Me: (no reaction)
Him: (looking at me and noticing that my ears are full of tears) What they hell is wrong with you? Are you ****** up?
Me: (no reaction)
Him: "Hey? Hey ? (tapping my shoulder)"
Me: "You know man....sometimes you think to yourself...what the point?"
Him: "What? What the **** are you talking about?? Are you ******* nuts???"
Me: "I mean there is nothing to live for? I just don't want to live anymore"
Him: (looking at me)
Me: If I am going to die...I ain't going alone. I'm taking someone with me.
Him: stop right here.
Me: (continue driving)
Him: stop right here mother *******
I slowly pull over. He jumps out of the car and I drive away.